作曲 : Ronnie Martin Mother is churning butter by the old barn Bees are buzzin' roundabout by the pond Pies n the oven are baking by embers I was a young boy afraid of the future Take me back there Take me to the days of old When dreams were born in us Take me back there Take me to the warmth of home The absence of sadness Father is mending the fence by the back field And oh, how I long for the old days Of riding on old roads and being together Sharing the stories of our hearts Take me back there Take me to the days of old When dreams were born in us Take me back there Take me to the warmth of home The absence of sadness And it feels like old times It feels like old times...
作曲 : Ronnie Martin Mother is churning butter by the old barn Bees are buzzin' roundabout by the pond Pies n the oven are baking by embers I was a young boy afraid of the future Take me back there Take me to the days of old When dreams were born in us Take me back there Take me to the warmth of home The absence of sadness Father is mending the fence by the back field And oh, how I long for the old days Of riding on old roads and being together Sharing the stories of our hearts Take me back there Take me to the days of old When dreams were born in us Take me back there Take me to the warmth of home The absence of sadness And it feels like old times It feels like old times...
